Wish to be a vagabond

Of glorious nature,
Of the morning wind.
I wish I could sing,
More than any being.

But, is that power
Given to me,
Which to the poor
Comes inherently?

As a tramp I do
Wish to go away some day,
Like my heroes of odes
Sailed away on their better day.

With sun on my shoulders
And wind in my face.
I wish I could walk too
To that eternal place.

--Mohan